Half-elves Fall in Love

Summer Spirit Festival 24

The orgy rose in the sun and was finally over when we heard the sound of cleaning up outside.

I thought it might be okay not to stop having a voice with Amen even at that hour, but when I asked Mr. Knoll after he finished, he sarallied, "I'm rather friendly and envious that you're still working hard the morning after the Spirit Festival," he said.

I thought I should have suppressed it with soundproofing magic or something, but neither the female slaves nor all the whores seemed to be going to hide their gasps separately, so for now I let them concentrate on ejaculation with me.

Almost everyone can use magic, so if you care, you'll cast your own magic.

I could only do about two rounds because of the large number of people, but I would still have ejaculated nearly 40 shots.

Actually, a little less. Miss Mira and the three sisters didn't end up inserting a second time.

But it's just a fluke. Paired with what I was fucking behind the stage during the day, I was also ejaculating a silly number of times to count.

"You're going to get really depressed because of the amount of ejaculation. Hey, after these big events,"

"Sometimes I wonder what's going on with my body"

"Now that I have my support, I can handle it, but if I were a decent person, I'd be a red ball."

Thanks to Mr. Hilda's magical adjustments in detail, there was no point in not being able to ejaculate, but some parts of me think it would be better to have a brake like that in a way.

I'm acting like a folklore monster right now, aren't I? Dozens (possibly) of people get pregnant overnight?

It depends on Mr. Hilda's arm, but if he sucks, I guess he can also aim for a record like 100 people inside or something stupid in a day.

... I'll put aside the part about what it would be like to do that.

Well, with the number of opponents, even though you say you're touching more than one person at a time, the consumption of the individual is low. There's no way a female slave or a whore could be glocky with two or three shots.

... No, it could be Almeida, but Almeida is far beyond the Blue Snake Mountains now.

I was flirting, but the women get out fine saying "good morning."

So, I'm supported by the naked apron maid chief and maid, and I'm leaving the room.

"He said it was a 'day like that' last night, so it would have been nice, but you can't just have him support you to the dining room like this,"

After a few steps I try to walk away from their hands, but the maids quickly re-support me as "I don't care".

"We will replace them with other maids along the way."

"Oh yes..."

That's how I walked with Yotayota, and the door in the other room was a little open.

Speaking of which, you said you were playing strip poker in this building... and I'm worried about that in there.

You sucked my craving face like that, the maid chief nodded at me and let me come near that door, and he peeked softly into the door.

Almost underwear or naked dark elf women were all asleep as they slammed into scattered tables of cards and ceramic jocks and rolled onto the floor.

"Ooh..."

"You're all mostly asleep until noon. It also contains alcohol."

"But I'm glad you showed me this."

"Some of these guys were sneaking around for a peek at last night's orgy, so you'll be welcome."

Seriously. You were peeking at us.

"Do you have a woman of your choice?

"What will you do when you hear it"

"I was wondering if there would be a flow of waking up anything and bringing them into an empty room to dictate."

"You're a servant (maid of honor) and these rolling people are my husband's family, right?

"I didn't think it necessarily meant a harmful suggestion between energetic and stunning customers and their girlfriends mourning celibacy..."

"Mr. Carlos will fire you if he asks!?

And don't forget that I'm just too fucked and flustered right now.

I just left the building and took over my escort to another maids (dressed properly) and they went back to clean up the room.

And when I went to the dining room, Mr. Carlos and Minister Ashton were eating with a slightly obnoxious face.

"Good Morning"

"Hey, good morning, Human."

"... what, insisting on female slaves, etc., lumping around the woman and making fun of her body? Keep it in your hand. Pity."

"Twenty people were just as tight."

……

"Buho."

Upon hearing the figure of 20, Mr. Carlos looked at me twice with a suspicious ear, and Minister Ashton turned away.

"Did you guys deal with all of this, Cosmos?!?

"It was a plan that wouldn't fit otherwise..."

In the end, no one cared about the "battle" from the middle of nowhere, although it was done with a great orgy and fun.

All the female slaves of the day and the prostitutes in the Cosmos headquarters are friendly and have breakfast behind the dining room.

"Often so flat... well, maybe it wouldn't be weird if you had a rotten human unharmed lower body"

"The lust of a young human race is unimaginable... shouldn't we destroy it"

He was Minister Ashton, who said something disturbing in the face, but at some point he was freaked out by the women who were stopping by with their hands on his shoulders from behind.

"Wouldn't it be nice if the lust continued? My husband just put a bump on it, and it's going to get messy right away."

"I think you're more honest than someone who only has a strong appetite for exclusivity when you put your wedding wife's desire on your sleeve"

"No, wait. Sometimes it's called physical condition. Besides, I'm pretty busy with this, and I don't necessarily think you'll be able to keep your strength at the right time."

"My children's eyes are cold because they welcome more and more young wives without merit, even with such excuses."

"Mugu... duh, more and more, but you're only married about once every hundred years..."

"Too much. It's ugly that 900 years old is just an excuse to marry the woman down there and not hold her. Then get your hands on the businesswoman."

Minister Ashton also seems to be in a painful position.

Looks like Mr. Carlos isn't even talking about having a very legitimate excuse to see where he doesn't defend either.

And the minister's wives, who were strangling, then turn a tiny glance at me.

"Nevertheless... I can't believe we're dealing with 20 people overnight. If you ask me, it's two circles."

"So is your strength, but its endless carnal desire may be for talc"

"If all my husband has to say is that he's lost his temper, maybe I'll switch to him too."

Women who are not little girls like our female slaves, but are young enough and attractive because they are dark elves, stare at me inadvertently and nod their tongues. My chest squeaks a little.

I know it's for the minister.

So, naturally, the minister panics.

"Wait! I won't let that happen!

"He's a heck of a husband. He doesn't make kids."

"At any given time, the Augs say that the stronger, the more attractive, will take the one they want. Talc is a city divided between Auga and Dark Elves, and there are parts of them that should be imitated."

"If I imitate them, I'm not going anywhere! With the power of an orga and the intelligence of a dark elf, Tulk can't hold it!

"If we're going to mark intelligence, we have to live up to our responsibilities."

"... ugh"

He's a jerk. Yikes.

"I don't get the slightest bit when I have many wives like this. That's why I leave Nancy alone. Rotten human, you'll regret it all... and you'll never be able to contain a woman with youthful advantages."

"No, well... I certainly can't help myself if our female slaves start saying whatever they want"

I'm not even trying to keep it down in the first place. The female slaves are all good kids.

And so Mr. Nancy returns from the back (she was mixed up with the story of the female slaves) and argues with Mr. Carlos.

"He's not like my stepfather, Carlos. Whatever it takes, there's Deane."

"What did Deane say?

"He's a kid with excellent control. From the dragons to the chiefs of the families of the north, there is no one who despises Diane. If a devotee kid gives you a glimpse all the way, Andy, you won't be in trouble."

"Uhnoo"

"Still cheating, you human..."

Neither the Minister nor Mr Carlos can disagree with Mr Nancy's assumptions, as much as Mr Deane likes them.

In fact, I would never have been in this state of harem without Mr. Deane.

Selene, too, regardless of her two strands with Apple that she initially assumed, would have extended her range of safeties to other opponents thanks to her tenacity with Mr. Deane.

"I still need to pull Deane apart somehow to defeat this human... no, but that's the hardest part..."

"Ugh Carlos. How about this? I'll do something to lower the stock by making this guy's fake with phantom art..."

"Are you dealing with a dragon? unrealistic."

"You don't know what a strategy is. Not as far as I can see directly, but a little while without me, somewhere else."

Mr. Nancy and the minister's back-to-back coalition slap the two heads in the face. It sounded pretty heavy and they stuck their faces in the breakfast and stopped moving.

"... can I have breakfast too, by the way?"

"Oh. I'm sorry. You've made me talk a long time. Get ready now."

As Nancy tried to give instructions to a nearby maid, Carlos, full of facial bread crumbs, got up and snapped his pussy and fingers.

"That doesn't extend to that. We have a special breakfast for him."

Bowl full of raw vegetables to be carried.

Nancy narrows her eyes silently, pointing to the original one to the maid she has carried. Exit.

"What are you making me go home?!?

"With me there's no punishment... I repeat that. I doubt you're really smart these days."

"Wow!

Mr. Carlos is fine, too.

"I brought you breakfast"

And the maid chief, who seems to have changed properly, brings the food in the cart.